Familiarity Fruits Poem by John Sensele

Familiarity, a gripe knife
Cutting relationships
Cheating a feeble fife
‘Tis time to board separate ships.

Familiarity, a sink of blinkers
Blinding small minds
Into treating partners like clinkers
Till relationships melt beneath Venetian blinds.

Familiarity, an opacity oval
Ordering impudent partners
Plunging them into a novel
Tragedy that entwines them into guffaws of gardeners.

Familiarity, a hearse
Ferrying courtship cadavers
Into driving in reverse
Dysfunction in marital maneuvers.

Familiarity snatches the bird in hand
Deceiving simpletons better bird perches on next branch
Although early bird surrendered beforehand
Tears in eyes of the naive rain when hard comes the crunch.

'Too late', familiarity muses
The die is cast
A pity you deployed excuses, bruises and ruses
Sorrow in your life for long will last.